"Under what circumstances can you actually be killed?"
"It might work under certain circumstances, but not for you."
Hoshino grabbed Lappland by the wrist. She seemed to use a skill similar to Lingxi One Finger, and Lappland was instantly wracked by pain, involuntarily dropping her dagger.
She was forcibly pinned to a chair.
"Since you were the one cooking, you must have captured and tied up the real chef. Croissant, hold her down for me. I'll check the kitchen."
Hoshino ran to the back kitchen. Sure enough, the actual chef had been tied up with a towel stuffed in his mouth, whimpering and unable to move. Hoshino untied him. The people of Siracusa truly had strong nerves—the chef was not frightened in the slightest. He merely got up, rubbed his neck, and immediately returned to work.
"Was that person's food good? Did she ruin my reputation?"
the chef asked seriously.
Hoshino answered in confusion, "No, her seafood fried rice was actually quite delicious."
"That's good."
That baffling response left Hoshino stunned. The chef had been tightly bound and stuffed into a box, yet that was all the reaction he had after being rescued? A Lungmen citizen would at least be scared enough to spend two days in the hospital, but these Siracusans treated kidnapping and murder as casually as eating and drinking?
What simple, honest folk.
Hoshino returned to the front, feeling conflicted and unable to say anything.
Before long, the chef brought out a dish called "Mental Compensation." It was the same seafood fried rice Lappland had made. He apparently still felt unconvinced and wanted to compete with Lappland in culinary skill.
"Siracusa is just like that. The daytime chef might moonlight at night disposing of bodies, so don't be too surprised."
Croissant tried to comfort her while eating,